Here i am, at the end of my decadence.
Her she comes, the one who is called degeneration.
How explaining the death at the arrival?
How explaining this double finality?

Here i am, shaken, flabby, on those liveless body.
Happy i am to be strewed on my enemies!
Here i am, proud, victorious on the battlefields.
Disillusioned by this ignominy, am i!

Will they remember why we were here?
Will they remember just one name of those soldiers?
Will they remember one of my actions?
Will they remember my name?

My feeling’s tyranny
My humanity’s annihilation
My battle’s enchantment
The difficulty to live after that!

To be a soldier or a man?
To be a warrior or a father?
To be mad or sane?
To be hurt of feeling so find?

And, like any hope, staying in the dark forever!